The Bedouin tribesmen of the Sinai desert live a poetic lifestyle that is constantly eroded by modernity. On the one hand, they are a proud, strict, traditional people. On the other, they are the guardians of tourism and the smuggling of drugs and weapons across the expanse of the vast dunes. This story is one of adventure and discovery, of the new vs the old, and the clash of cultures that affects the lives of many beyond the desert

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